Lucky turned up the Ave and walked towards Billy's. Her legs felt like lead from the night before, but when she saw Tracy and Jake standing at the door of the tavern, she quickened her step to meet them.
"Aw, jeez, sorry babe," Tracy started, "I forgot my keys again and then Jake...jeez, you look like hell..." Tracy looked worried for a second and then started to smile.

Lucky opened the door and went in back and turned on the lights. There was the faint crackle of neon lights and then the soundsystem engaged:
They said we were above and beyond reproach, but darling,
Every time you approach,
Something inside me says, coach,
I want to be within reproach of you!!!
Which came first, baby, the chicken or the egg?
My love for you is like a chicken omelette, it is so complicated in its origi--

Lucky pulled the plug on the cd player, fished a quarter out of her pocket to feed the Wurlitzer, and in a few moments, the Ramones were butchering "Do Ya Wanna Dance" loud and clear. Much better. She went in the kitchen to unload the dishwasher, and was startled to see Tracy standing there, hand on her hip, still grinning like a dog with a mouthful of bees.

"What?" asked Lucky, with an uneasy feeling she knew where this was going.
"Whaddya mean 'What?'" Tracy grinned "You didn't sleep a wink last night, didja?" Lucky shook her head. "And you left here with that Blake Madison last night, and now you got them purty little bracelets? I never would have figured you for the bondage type..."
Exasperated, Lucky cut her off, "What are you, the hickey-police all of the sudden? Not everything is as exciting as YOUR dates.." The two women laughed and stacked glasses until they heard the bell on the front door jingle. "Aw shit," Lucky grumbled, "I forgot to lock the door...would you get that, Trace?"